The legend of the Cartrocker; or how I got caught making out in a ferris wheel

January 30, 2015

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Take a trip in time with me all the way back to September 17, 1999. Everyone was busy getting ready for the new millennium. We were scared of Y2K. The #1 song in the country was a little diddy by my friend Enrique Iglesisas called “Bailamos.”

Times were good.

I was an 8th grader at Chestnut Grove Middle School in the booming metropolis of King, North Carolina.

September 17 was a Friday. I left school that day and went home to do what every other 8th grader did at the time:

I got on AOL Instant Messenger.

That afternoon, I got an instant message from a girl I was friends with. This girl was very pretty. She was a cheerleader and we had a few classes together. We had the typical middle school opening conversation of, “Hey. Hi. What’s up? Nothing much. You? Same.”

Then she asked me a simple, innocent question: “Are you going to the fair tonight?”

You see, the Stokes County Fair was in town. You may think of the fair and think of an awesome place to be with outdated concerts and awesome food. I think of the fair and think of rickety old rides set up in the outfield of the American Legion baseball field.

The Stokes County Fair was about as redneck as redneck gets. But in 8th grade, things changed. Our parents stopped having to follow us around at the fair and they would drop us off and come back in a few hours.

It was our first taste of freedom.

My original answer to her question was no. I didn’t want to go to the fair. She told me she thought I should go and I told her I’d rather stay home. Not taking the hint, she kept telling me I should go.

Eventually I asked her why.

“Cause I’ll be there. ;)”

In typical middle school dude fashion, I didn’t fully understand what the winky face meant. I kept saying no until she finally spelled it out pretty clearly and said she liked me.

Wait a minute.

Cheerleader.

Good looking.

Likes me.

“Moooom. Can I go to the fair tonight?”

Then it hit me: she had a boyfriend.

On the football team.

Wait, I’m on the football team.

Uh oh.

That didn’t stop me from going.

When I got there it was the nervous, “Hey. What’s up? Cool. Yeah, I’ll buy you a funnel cake.” I made that last part up. But I wish it was true. Sharing a funnel cake would’ve been less embarrassing.

While the sun was still up, we hung out with a group of friends going on the different rides.

She was flirting.

I was nervous.

As the night went on, the worry of the boyfriend started to go away and my confidence started picking up. This was a sure thing, right?

Once it got dark, we started separating from our friends, hanging back on this ride, walking over here by ourselves. We ended up on the ferris wheel which is where I tried to test my luck. I did the move that every guy tries at one point or another: I did the tickle. I tickled her to see what she would do. She jumped, looked at me, and gave me “that look.”

What did I do?

I completely chickened out.

If it would’ve stopped there I would’ve been good.

Nope.

We went around the fair a little more, the flirting picking up to nauseating levels. Finally, I said that words that doomed me, “Hey. You wanna ride the ferris wheel again?”

She said yes.

As we got on the ferris wheel, my palms got sweaty and I got scared. Eventually, I did it. I tickled her again. And this time, as she looked at me, I went in for it: boom.

Making out on the ferris wheel.

At the top.

While it was stopped.

I felt like a king. I was the cool guy from the movies. I was awesome.

Then, from below, I heard my friends. All yelling. All making jokes. In front of everyone.

I’d been caught.

The next Monday morning I came into school and had a new nickname: Cartrocker.

They joked that the cart was rocking while we were making out. Not only did they call me Cartrocker that day, but they called me Cartrocker the rest of that school year. I had 27 different people write something about the Cartrocker in my yearbook that year.

And so goes the Legend of the Cartrocker.

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That’s only one of quite a few embarrassing stories from middle school. Do you have any? Let us know in the comments!

6 comments

I got my braces stuck in my brothers gym shorts playing nerf basketball in the living room one time in middle school. that wasn’t the embarrassing part.It was where they were stuck in his gym shorts that was the problem. my mom still hasn’t let me live that down. I also ACCIDENTLY committed grand theft auto my first year in college…key word there was accidently… that was also kinda embarrassing. lol

I got my braces stuck in my brothers gym shorts playing nerf basketball in the living room one time in middle school. that wasn’t the embarrassing part.It was where they were stuck in his gym shorts that was the problem. my mom still hasn’t let me live that down. I also ACCIDENTLY committed grand theft auto my first year in college…key word there was accidently… that was also kinda embarrassing. lol